Title: The Third Prophecy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: SS/HG
A/N: I had an idea for this story one day when I was up at my cottage. It just flowed right onto the page, so I hope you enjoy. I will try to update every two weeks. Maybe more, maybe less, depending on my homework and swim practices, along with when my beta can squeeze them in. Also, special thanks to larrytheguitar, my fabulous beta!
Summary: Professor Trelawney makes another prediction. After Harry Potter defeats the Dark Lord, who is to take out the remaining Death Eaters? The girl in the prediction, that's who! But she is unsafe, as was Harry, until the time is right. And a certain Potions Master must finish his last assignment for the Order by protecting her. Contains death, adventure, action, romance, and even a bit of humor...so I know present to you:
CHAPTER ONE
It was Halloween night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone in the school was in the Great Hall enjoying a delicious meal that was a given at the Annual Halloween Feast. Everyone, that is, except two people.
Professor Martha Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff House, Herbology teacher, and the kindest witch in the school, was the first. Instead of at her usual spot at the head table next to Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomphery, tonight she could be found strolling down the halls, humming a little tune, and nonchalantly floating a tray of delicious-smelling food at her side.
The second was none other than Sibyll Trelawney, Divinations teacher and the biggest old fraud at the school. She was never one to be out and about in the castle, and usually stuck to her solitary quarters in the North Tower. Many said it was because she liked the smell. Others thought that she was afraid to go out around too many people because the amount of fake death omens she would see would send her in to a right state of shock. A favorite of many Gryffindors was that she was up in her tower all day "seeing" new ways for Harry Potter to drop dead. But anyways, the old witch was alone in her tower on Halloween night when she heard a few noises from her trap door.
After a moment of thinking out her newest vision of her own death, realizing (by way of Sprout calling up) that she was surely not going to be hit over the head with a frying pan by the kindly Hufflepuff, and opening the trap door, Professor Trelawney finally let Professor Sprout into the tower.
"Why, hello, my dear," she said to the dumpy little witch, using her misty, faraway voice. "What brings you to this tower on Halloween night? Looking for a prediction? To see what the fates have in store?" The bug-like woman's eyes lit up as she tried to fake a vision.
"Actually, Sibyll, I thought we could share some dinner so you wouldn't be so lonely," Martha said quickly, as if to stop out any fortune telling that could be a possibility that night. She may be nice, but not that nice. Martha set down the tray gently and settled into one of the chintz armchairs, Sibyll doing the same adjacent to her. The pair ate in silence for a moment, everything still and calm, until, out of the blue, the bug- like witch fell straight into her pot pie.
"Oh dear," Sprout muttered, jumping up. She hadn't made it around the table when Trelawney snapped back up again. Sprout sat in shock as what had appeared to be unconscious woman began to speak in a harsh tone.
"When the new year begins it reign, a powerful new force will be created within a single soul," the feeble beetle woman spoke. "This soul will belong to a student from this very school, an alumnus. The women will be indifferent to all except her protector. This protector will look over the savior until her power is developed, to keep her safe from all that are unsavory."
Trelawney took a break in her speech, giving Sprout time to grab a quill and bewitch it to note everything that Trelawney was saying. This, she knew, was a real Prophecy, and a very vital one at that. The Headmaster would need the notation of what was said.
Trelawney caught her breath and continued. "The protector will know who they are and what to do. All that the fates inform is that this protector must keep this savior of our world safe. This Prophecy will not be safe, and could easily fall into the wrong hands as several before have done. Keep the savior safe from harm."
Trelawney ended her Prophecy suddenly by falling back into her pot pie. Sprout rushed over to her, quickly deactivating the quill. She shook the women's frail frame, but she did not come to. Sprout ran towards the door, grabbing her parchment. Meanwhile, at the Head Table, the school's Potions Master felt a sting of pain on his left forearm. Discreetly, he pulled back his sleeve. The Dark Mark that had been ever present was gone, and in its place was a script "P". He looked at it for a moment, then, as though remembering something that had been lost in Obliviate, Severus Snape had an epiphany. He knew what the marking meant, he knew what was expected. He knew...everything the Prophecy said he would. Moments later, a very distraught Professor Sprout burst in the doors. She had a terrified look on her face, and in her hand was a scroll. She ran until she reached the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. After delivering what Trelawney said, she fainted. Albus Dumbledore read the note in utter silence. Everyone in the hall had gone quiet, wondering what was wrong with the Herbology teacher and what Dumbledore was reading. After finishing, he looked up.
"Students and staff," he said, immediately getting everyone's attention, "I will not lie to you. Something terrible has happened. Tonight, our Divinations teacher, Professor Trelawney, has passed." Several students gasped. "I hope that you all feel equally saddened, as I do, and further details will be provided later. That is all."
Students looked at one another, shocked. Lavender Brown's younger sister, now in her seventh year, left the hall in tears. The heads of houses, Sprout being levitated on a stretcher, and Madam Pomphery left the hall, as did the headmaster, clutching the Prophecy. It was identical to what Trelawney had said, but at the end, it also read, "Unable to continue notation, speaker is deceased."
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: SS/HG
A/N: I had an idea for this story one day when I was up at my cottage. It just flowed right onto the page, so I hope you enjoy. I will try to update every two weeks. Maybe more, maybe less, depending on my homework and swim practices, along with when my beta can squeeze them in. Also, special thanks to larrytheguitar, my fabulous beta!
Summary: Professor Trelawney makes another prediction. After Harry Potter defeats the Dark Lord, who is to take out the remaining Death Eaters? The girl in the prediction, that's who! But she is unsafe, as was Harry, until the time is right. And a certain Potions Master must finish his last assignment for the Order by protecting her. Contains death, adventure, action, romance, and even a bit of humor...so I know present to you:
CHAPTER ONE
It was Halloween night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone in the school was in the Great Hall enjoying a delicious meal that was a given at the Annual Halloween Feast. Everyone, that is, except two people.
Professor Martha Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff House, Herbology teacher, and the kindest witch in the school, was the first. Instead of at her usual spot at the head table next to Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomphery, tonight she could be found strolling down the halls, humming a little tune, and nonchalantly floating a tray of delicious-smelling food at her side.
The second was none other than Sibyll Trelawney, Divinations teacher and the biggest old fraud at the school. She was never one to be out and about in the castle, and usually stuck to her solitary quarters in the North Tower. Many said it was because she liked the smell. Others thought that she was afraid to go out around too many people because the amount of fake death omens she would see would send her in to a right state of shock. A favorite of many Gryffindors was that she was up in her tower all day "seeing" new ways for Harry Potter to drop dead. But anyways, the old witch was alone in her tower on Halloween night when she heard a few noises from her trap door.
After a moment of thinking out her newest vision of her own death, realizing (by way of Sprout calling up) that she was surely not going to be hit over the head with a frying pan by the kindly Hufflepuff, and opening the trap door, Professor Trelawney finally let Professor Sprout into the tower.
"Why, hello, my dear," she said to the dumpy little witch, using her misty, faraway voice. "What brings you to this tower on Halloween night? Looking for a prediction? To see what the fates have in store?" The bug-like woman's eyes lit up as she tried to fake a vision.
"Actually, Sibyll, I thought we could share some dinner so you wouldn't be so lonely," Martha said quickly, as if to stop out any fortune telling that could be a possibility that night. She may be nice, but not that nice. Martha set down the tray gently and settled into one of the chintz armchairs, Sibyll doing the same adjacent to her. The pair ate in silence for a moment, everything still and calm, until, out of the blue, the bug- like witch fell straight into her pot pie.
"Oh dear," Sprout muttered, jumping up. She hadn't made it around the table when Trelawney snapped back up again. Sprout sat in shock as what had appeared to be unconscious woman began to speak in a harsh tone.
"When the new year begins it reign, a powerful new force will be created within a single soul," the feeble beetle woman spoke. "This soul will belong to a student from this very school, an alumnus. The women will be indifferent to all except her protector. This protector will look over the savior until her power is developed, to keep her safe from all that are unsavory."
Trelawney took a break in her speech, giving Sprout time to grab a quill and bewitch it to note everything that Trelawney was saying. This, she knew, was a real Prophecy, and a very vital one at that. The Headmaster would need the notation of what was said.
Trelawney caught her breath and continued. "The protector will know who they are and what to do. All that the fates inform is that this protector must keep this savior of our world safe. This Prophecy will not be safe, and could easily fall into the wrong hands as several before have done. Keep the savior safe from harm."
Trelawney ended her Prophecy suddenly by falling back into her pot pie. Sprout rushed over to her, quickly deactivating the quill. She shook the women's frail frame, but she did not come to. Sprout ran towards the door, grabbing her parchment. Meanwhile, at the Head Table, the school's Potions Master felt a sting of pain on his left forearm. Discreetly, he pulled back his sleeve. The Dark Mark that had been ever present was gone, and in its place was a script "P". He looked at it for a moment, then, as though remembering something that had been lost in Obliviate, Severus Snape had an epiphany. He knew what the marking meant, he knew what was expected. He knew...everything the Prophecy said he would. Moments later, a very distraught Professor Sprout burst in the doors. She had a terrified look on her face, and in her hand was a scroll. She ran until she reached the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. After delivering what Trelawney said, she fainted. Albus Dumbledore read the note in utter silence. Everyone in the hall had gone quiet, wondering what was wrong with the Herbology teacher and what Dumbledore was reading. After finishing, he looked up.
"Students and staff," he said, immediately getting everyone's attention, "I will not lie to you. Something terrible has happened. Tonight, our Divinations teacher, Professor Trelawney, has passed." Several students gasped. "I hope that you all feel equally saddened, as I do, and further details will be provided later. That is all."
Students looked at one another, shocked. Lavender Brown's younger sister, now in her seventh year, left the hall in tears. The heads of houses, Sprout being levitated on a stretcher, and Madam Pomphery left the hall, as did the headmaster, clutching the Prophecy. It was identical to what Trelawney had said, but at the end, it also read, "Unable to continue notation, speaker is deceased."